Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.